Wind Of The Prairie
Where is your home?
Is it some airy
Is it there that you practice
The unceasing dirge of the foam?
You coaxing, pleading, sobbing wind of the prairie!
What do you say?
Soft now! Contrary
Is it then in the lull
You finally pause while you pray?
You shrieking, moaning, wailing wind of the prairie!
Whose spirit are you?
Call thus the Redskins
Whom white men slew?
Say! Are you calling and crying
For the lost soul of you?
You break my heart, wind of the prairie,
With your low moan.
Hark! Do the braves call
In that wild tone?
Cease then! Know, wind, that the prairie
In its deep bosom shelters its own.
Yet I still hear the wind of the prairie
Solemnly mourning its own.
__Helen Griffith McCarroll
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)